#re8 x reader

[radioactivereads]

decided to lowk retheme this acc,, requests are open!!! feel free to rq any fandom on my list but im big into re8 rn so ill probably be looking at those first,,

also a few fics on my ao3 i never posted here i dont think, but you can check them out if you'd like!!

[dragongirl642]

Headcanons for Donna Beneviento with a human s/o with a cold

Reading through my other RE8 works and these headcanons hit me like a truck.

Donna is the second most prepared of the Four Lords to help a human s/o with an illness.

She has more remembered experience with it since her mutation, plus frequent exposure to her "experiments", has left her more susceptible or with similar symptoms.

She first panics that you're going to die (patting you all over with trembling hands and looking for wounds or pain). But once she calms down a bit, she takes charge (a diversion from her usual withdrawn personality) - get to your stations, people (dolls). It's go time, this is what we trained for.

Donna and her dolls are here to take care of your every need.

Stay in bed - You cannot escape her smothering love.

Donna ensures you take or have everything you need on time. She and her army of dolls are at your beck and call.

Need some blankets? They're piling up the least mouldy ones over your feet while Donna knits new covers for you.

Thirsty? Hungry? Expect cups of water and trays of food brought by four dolls holding them over their heads.

She's got medicines to give you too (bought from the Duke, as well as her own herbal concoctions). We're talking decongestants, painkillers, antihistamines, sleeping draughts, expectorants, etc... Any medicine she can get her hands on.

Not to mention she's made soft, irritant-friendly clothes for you to wear when you're ill. No, you cannot refuse to wear them...well, you can, but she will pout for a very long time. She made it for you, to help you recover, so why won't you accept it? Between her hidden pouting and silent treatment and Angie's loud complaining, it will be easier to just accept the outfit (multiple baggy layers and all...and are those...ruffles?).

If the illness is serious, she gets weepy but incredibly proactive, while Angie just goes really silent and watches you all the time. You're confined to bed, and the scent of medicine and flowers fills the room as Donna goes overboard with keeping you alive.

However, if it's just the common cold/flu and Donna has been assured you aren't dying, she calms down.

Donna will want to cuddle. She doesn't care if she might catch something; she can survive it, and she wants to listen to your heartbeat (just to double-check you're alive).

If it's not serious, Angle will relentlessly tease you and comment on how weak you are. The loudmouthed doll is both your worst nightmare and blessing all in one. She will demand cuddles and that you entertain her (or let her entertain you, since you are now a captive audience - prepare to be serenaded).

She loudly screams for whatever you ask for to be brought to you by other dolls (she only quiets down if she notices you look uncomfortable or if Donna is in the room ... or if you smother her with your blankets under the excuse of a hug).

When you recover, it will be about two days before you get full freedom back without a worried doll trailing you (Donna doesn't want you overdoing it).

Donna will be gifting you more clothes, more layers, and she will pout if you don't wear them. Silverware/silver thread and copper thread against your skin will feature heavily (for their antibacterial properties). You will catch her sewing while wearing heavy-duty gloves to avoid the itching she gets when she touches the threads for a prolonged time.

She will start trying to clean up her home properly. Getting rid of the spores and pollen and dust and webs...even if she starts coughing when she breathes in the cleaning chemicals (bought from the Duke). Even if you help by cleaning in her stead, she'll still try to help or send dolls to carry things for you.

You cannot convince her not to do this; she loves you and doesn't want to lose you to something unseen like illness.

Donna will never admit how scared she gets when you're ill, but it will always show in her actions.

Once you're completely recovered, enjoy your freedom (at least until you get sick again).

[zinziekusworld]

Kinda sad rn bc a specific writer who used to be called @ctitan98 who wrote a bunch of fics went off then came back but deleted all their stuff, I'm supporting their choices but it's sad bc I really wanted to go back and read their "long lost daughter" fics in the re8 x reader tag

But I hope they get better

[radioactivereads]

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intro + rules + fandoms all under cut :P if youd like to request something, i suggest you read this first

masterlist link ao3 link

Hello! this is my alt acc for writing!

Rules/Info:

I'm an adult but that doesnt make me automatically okay with nsfw content!!

May take me a while to get to requests. whoopsies.

i do x reader and character x character stuff, but i might not do x readers for certain fandoms/characters if i do not feel comfortable or am not familiar enough!!

please be respectful and kind!

rules will change as needed

Fandoms I'll Write for*: (*please keep in mind i am less familiar with some of these fandoms than others, so i'm very sorry if i make any mistakes or need a bit to refresh on the source material!!)

Portal TF2 Resident Evil 8 Fallout 4 (exclusively the companions for rn!) Deltarune Half-Life 2 Half-Life VR but the Ai is Self Aware (won't do x readers for, sorry) The Stanley Parable Metal Gear Solid (Mostly mgsv, i am less familiar with the others)

(If i post something but its not on this list, you can assume it's a one-off, something from a fandom im no longer in, or something i will not take requests for, but you're always free to ask for clarification!)

tysm for reading and i hope you enjoy !

[spiritofboredom]

It's insane to me that I've only seen one edit of Karl Heisenberg to Nasty Dog,,, I can't get it out of my head and I need more

If I could draw him, I'd do it myself

[not-neverland06]

If requests are still open, how about headcanons of Heisenberg with a reader that is a fifth lord. Reader's Cadou allows them to manipulate sound (radio) waves, and go as far as sonic scream. No pressure or rush, just curious on your interpretation :)

Karl Heisenberg x GN!reader A/N: This is only the second time I’ve done HC’s and I’m still struggling to get a grasp on them. Thank you for the request, your prompt was interesting to think about. This is a little short, so if I didn’t give you what you wanted let me know and I’ll try again.

He really doesn’t give a shit about you at first

Unless you go out of your way to catch his attention he’s treating you the same as he treats the rest of the family

Whatever your powers are, he’s gonna assume you’re just as bad as the rest of them and dismiss you

You have to actively make him notice you

It wouldn’t take a lot, maybe one snide comment towards Mother Miranda and suddenly you have value

“You’ve got to be kidding me?” You scoffed, glaring down at the horde of Miranda’s worshippers that had surrounded the old church. You’d just been passing through town, picking something up from the duke before heading back up the mountain. 

Heisenberg happened to be there at the same time. You weren’t sure what his deal with the Duke was but it seemed to be complicated. His head perked up as you glared at the villagers. “What’s your problem?” He muttered, tone bitter. 

You nodded towards the villagers, “They are. All their Mother Miranda bullshit, I’m sick of it.” You walked back towards your lair, the old radio tower up in the mountain. It was the best place for you to be with the way your powers functioned, your strongest point. 

He watched as you went, staring at you contemplatively and wondering how he’d missed that hatred in your eyes. 

When he and Alcina start to argue, Miranda will just look at you and you’ll let out a scream so loud bits of drywall fall from the ceiling

It’s painful but it’s effective, you’re essentially used as a mute button when things get out of hand

You tend to avoid the others, keeping quiet and to yourself

When Miranda had first experimented on you, your experience with the sound waves had been less than pleasant

Learning to control them was difficult. The first time you spoke after waking up from her little experiment, you’d blown out your own eardrums. 

Even after you finally harnessed them, you figured that it was better to just be quiet. The times you did speak you kept your voice below a whisper. 

“You don’t talk a whole lot do you?”

You shrugged, “Only when I have to, really.” You sat in his workshop, mostly against your will. He’d invited you to dinner, though it felt like more of a command, and you’d tried to get him to make the journey up the mountain to you. 

He’d, of course, refused because he was a stubborn bastard. You didn’t even want to sit down anywhere, there was oil and blood on nearly every surface. And if it wasn’t covered in that, it was sticky with dried lycan drool. 

At least Moreau managed to keep his quarry clean.

Heisenberg hadn’t stopped staring at you since you sat down, it was starting to bug you.

You don’t normally speak with your family, mainly because you don’t really care for any of them. Having his attention on you was disturbing.

He sets his fork down on his plate and gives you an odd look, “How do your powers work, anyway?”

It was easier to show than it was to explain. You focused on the large pile of metal scraps on his desk and opened your mouth. The noise was nearly silent at first, a high pitched ringing that you questioned if you were actually hearing. 

Then it got louder, the ringing clear now. It was painful to anyone outside of the focused stream of sound waves, but it was lethal once you stepped into the stream. The metal shook, vibrating loudly against his desk. A few toppled over, the rest exploded in a violent display of clashing metal shards and sparks. 

Heisenberg clutched his ears, a small stream of blood leaking from between his fingertips. You want to apologize to him. You’ve always had a little difficulty controlling your powers in such close spaces. 

But he doesn’t look mad, he doesn’t even look like he’s in pain. Instead he’s grinning widely at you, something glinting in his eyes that had you feeling on edge. 

He sees the uniqueness of your powers, the untapped potential for violence and how helpful someone like you could be to his cause

He waters the seedling of resentment you already hold towards Miranda and helps it grow

He whispers words of hate and anger into your ear until you’re just as passionate about taking Miranda down as he is

You two work together, using your odd understanding of radio and sound waves to improve his soldat designs 

Slowly, your loyal followers from the village start to abandon you and move to different lords. Your connection to Heisenberg has soured your influence among the sheep in the village, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care

Your status as a lord meant little to you when you had him

He’s intrigued by your powers and loves to experiment with them, but more than anything there’s something soothed inside him because he’s no longer alone

He’s grateful for the support you provide when he feels like he’s just stagnant in his progress taking down Miranda

end. — I do not own the characters or the game Resident Evil Village, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Bittersweet Revenge

Alcina Dimitrescu x FEM! Reader

(A/N- I hope you enjoy this! Tell me what you think about this in the comments or reblogs, I would really appreciate it!)

(Warning: Angst, swearing, heavy description of blood and gore)

In all your years of life you’ve never expected to meet a person like Alcina, but damn were you grateful for her. Despite how Alcina treated the other maids, she had a soft spot towards you. Always taking good care of you whenever you were ill, made you feel safe, and much much more.

You were hiding in your bedroom, slightly shaking from fear. You had just encountered Ethan Winters, luckily he didn’t see you. You knew who he was because Cassandra told you about how he entered the castle and got captured. So why was he roaming around? How in the hell did he manage to escape?

You take a deep breath in before breathing out, your anxiety starts to calm down as you think about Alcina. You have faith in her that she can defeat him, she is incredibly strong after all. A mere human cannot be able to kill her.

Some time passes by and you hear a loud menacing roar, you know instantly that it’s Alcina. It concerns you that she had to result to that form, but you still hold a strong sense of faith in your heart.

You waited and waited for what felt like ages until you heard the fighting come to a halt. Surely Alcina would’ve come find you after she transformed back to her usual self, right?

So you waited..and waited..and that’s it you’ve made up your mind. You are going out there to check on your love.

You walked around to where they just battled, stepping over some debris before you saw her. Your one and only love of your pitiful life crystallized on the cold ground.

Your heart dropped to the bottom of your stomach as you felt a overwhelming feeling of sadness and guilt for not protecting her. You should’ve done something, anything to help her win. You walk up to your deceased lover and hug her tightly, warm tears fall on the ice cold crystal.

Soon your tears stopped and you felt the blood in your veins boil with rage. You are gonna kill that ma- no, monster you are gonna kill that fucking monster.

You gave a soft kiss on the crystal head before whispering a quiet “Rest my love” to it. You got up and quickly but quietly went to your bedroom to avoid drawing any unwanted attention to yourself.

When you got to your bedroom, you opened the bedside drawer and pulled out a steel pistol. The look of it saddened you as you faintly remembered Alcina gifting that to you just in case something ever happened and she wasn’t there to protect you anymore.

Loading up the pistol, a sinister smile appears on your face, “Don’t worry my Lady, I’ll be sure to avenge you.” You say with certainly. Opening up the drawer below, you pulled out a belt, sheaths, and a few knives.

The rage continued to boil throughout your blood as you suited up, putting on the belt, attaching the rough leather sheaths to it, and putting the knives inside and the pistol in it’s holster. You had everything set now for your perfect revenge.

You carefully walk outside, the cold breeze hitting you. It was a weird feeling to be in the freezing cold but not feel cold at all, you can thank your anger for that. You were looking around for awhile until you finally saw him. He was trading stuff with the Duke and you carefully walked closer.

The Duke gave a small glance towards you, opening his mouth to speak. You shot a rage filled glare at him and he kept quiet, but still had that smile on his face.

You got closer and closer until you stopped. You were right in front of him. That monster. You swiftly but quietly pulled out your already loaded pistol and fired two shots. One of the shots hit Ethan’s left arm and the other on his right. The bullets went through his bones so he couldn’t move his arms, he turned around and tried to back away. There was nothing he could really do to defend himself without the use of his arms.

You tighten your grip on the pistol before firing two more shots hitting his knees, causing him to fall on the hard ground. You drop the pistol and pulled out your knife, getting on top of him you say,

“I’m gonna make sure this hurts.” You stab him in the shoulder making sure the knife is as deep as it can go and cut all the way to his wrist. A loud pained groan erupted from him, making a smile appear on your face. “Ah that’s music to my ears. Come on, you can be louder, right?!” You yelled over his groans.

He was struggling but you overpowered him using pure rage and the struggling only added fuel to the fire. You pulled the knife out of his wrist and brought it down, stabbing one of his testicles. You laughed and laughed as his pained groans turned into yells and failed attempts to get the Duke to help.

“He ain’t gonna help you so just give it up.” As you said the last word you pulled out the knife and stabbed through his digastric muscle, you also managed to stab his tongue in the process. You grabbed the other knife with your free hand and stabbed his right eye. When you got the knife out, you took the stabbed eye and shoved it in his mouth, grabbing his jaw and forcing him to chew on the organ and turn it into pure mush.

When you forced him to swallow it, you stabbed his throat and he started to suffocate. You took the knife out of his digastric muscle and sliced through both of his cheeks, carving a smile on his face.

“Great I’m glad you’re just as happy as I am!” You say in a psychotic manner, your crazed smile never leaving your face.

You watched as he slowly stopped struggling and the light in his left eye died. You laughed one more time as you thought about his pained face, “Finally the monsters dead.”

You got up off the corpse and gathered all your weapons, and walked to the castle. You didn’t care if you were all bloodied you just wanted to go home..

Home, that single word brings a question to mind. Where was home? Home is supposed to be a place where you feel comfort and peace. Oftentimes it’s a place where you can come back to someone, but where was it? You didn’t have what everyone called a home, instead the only thing you had was..

You fell hard on your knees, as tears came down your bloodied cheeks and made a pitter-patter noise as they made contact with the ground, you had nothing now.

....

[mochiimadness]

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